Portobello Belle (alternative outtake) Songtext
von Dire Straits

Belladonna′s on the high street
Breasts upon the offbeat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And she got her skirt so tight now
She wanna travel light now
She wanna turn up all her roots now
She got to turn up on the boots now

She thinks she′s tough
She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
But I′ve got one for you
My Portobello Belle


She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Blind man is singing in Irish
He get his money in a tin dish
He′s just a corner serenader
Once upon a time he could have made her, could made her

She thinks she's tough
She ain′t no English rose
Blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
But I′ve got one for you
Portobello Belle

Yes, and this barrow boys are hawking
And the parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she hear the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she′s no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower, no, no, no


Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking a stroll
She don't care about your window box
Or your button hole
She sing a song about a long-gone Irish girl
But I've got one for you
My Portobello Belle